When it was summertime

And the sun was always out,

You talked to me so often

That I was all you were about.

The warm breath of summer

Fanning our pink cheeks

Concealed the way we blushed

When catching the other taking a peek.

Then came the autumn winds,

The breeze shaking branches and leaves;

The sun would come out on some days

Just as anything else that breathes.

But now, as the snow falls,

Clinging to the ground and to eyelashes,

Your heart grows ever colder

While our love burns to ashes.

During the winter's icy nights

The sky turns to grey from light blue

When will I ever learn

That ice can burn too?

The summer does not last;

Seasons are things we can never hold.

After all, who would want a love

That cannot withstand the cold?